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6 years ago
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Pigeons.
I like them. When I's a little kid I chased them, and I still do it now, even being a 31. Through all my life I made thousands
strategies and plans of how to get one in my hand. People told me I should stop doing it, because pigeons are dirty and so and so
and I should find a better thing to do.
But I couldn't.
About a month ago I went to Warsaw to return a book to a library. A coincidence happen that I had to go somewhere else because of
complications and had to take a tramway from Central Station. I's there not the first time, I commute to the university by this stop, but then I had to got on the other side of the tracks. And there were a lot of pigeons even that this place is in constant rush by humans. They just sit there and don't care about all those people on the stop.
Some of them were siting on a barrier. I didn't thought too much, I just went to catch them. They ran away before I could touch them, but ONE of them was too sluggish, sleepy or something and I got him.
Finally!
I had got a pigeon in my hand. I could feel his weight, his soft feathers, how he struggled to escape and, what I wanted the most, to caress him. I felt so happy, even that there were other people who probably thought I should leave the pigeon alone. But I didn't give a damn for it. Unfortunately my tramway had just arrived and I had to go, so I released him.
For the rest of the day I thought that all of this was a dream. I thought I simply felt down on a pavement and dream off the whole thing. It is like if your mind couldn't take the fact that you did it, that it was true, that you did the impossible.
I wanted more.
Two days ago I had yet another business to go to the same stop again. I went to the same place where were a lot of pigeons and tried to catch one of those at the barrier. But this time no one was sleepy and I looked like if all of them took a lesson from before.
I was about to give up but then I reached to my pocket. Just before I went to the stop I ordered a meal at KFC which I couldn't eat all, so I took French fries and put them in my pocket for later. You may know what I did next: I threw one fry to the pigeons and ALL of them rushed for it. Had got a little chaos on my legs, I reached for one pigeon.
I did it again.
This time he didn't want to flee and this time I wanted to have him a little longer. About 12 minutes longer. Through all this time I went to another stop, I went by tramway to another street, and walked a while. All this time nobody stopped me, nobody noted me and, I'm almost sure, nobody probably was aware I had got a pigeon in my hands. Now I could caress him and take a closer look at him. I looked at the shape of his wing, his claws, beak, and eyes. I's wondered how he can breathe if he has got no nostrils. I's happy again. Of course the time has come to release him too. He flew straight ahead to the central station.
And again my mind couldn't take the fact I had got another pigeon in my hands, that I didn't dreamed it all. It is like you used to try to catch them all this time with no success, and when you finally did it, you think it is not real. Like, this time you were connected to The Matrix and all that happen only in your mind.
Being pessimistic sucks...
I like them. When I's a little kid I chased them, and I still do it now, even being a 31. Through all my life I made thousands
strategies and plans of how to get one in my hand. People told me I should stop doing it, because pigeons are dirty and so and so
and I should find a better thing to do.
But I couldn't.
About a month ago I went to Warsaw to return a book to a library. A coincidence happen that I had to go somewhere else because of
complications and had to take a tramway from Central Station. I's there not the first time, I commute to the university by this stop, but then I had to got on the other side of the tracks. And there were a lot of pigeons even that this place is in constant rush by humans. They just sit there and don't care about all those people on the stop.
Some of them were siting on a barrier. I didn't thought too much, I just went to catch them. They ran away before I could touch them, but ONE of them was too sluggish, sleepy or something and I got him.
Finally!
I had got a pigeon in my hand. I could feel his weight, his soft feathers, how he struggled to escape and, what I wanted the most, to caress him. I felt so happy, even that there were other people who probably thought I should leave the pigeon alone. But I didn't give a damn for it. Unfortunately my tramway had just arrived and I had to go, so I released him.
For the rest of the day I thought that all of this was a dream. I thought I simply felt down on a pavement and dream off the whole thing. It is like if your mind couldn't take the fact that you did it, that it was true, that you did the impossible.
I wanted more.
Two days ago I had yet another business to go to the same stop again. I went to the same place where were a lot of pigeons and tried to catch one of those at the barrier. But this time no one was sleepy and I looked like if all of them took a lesson from before.
I was about to give up but then I reached to my pocket. Just before I went to the stop I ordered a meal at KFC which I couldn't eat all, so I took French fries and put them in my pocket for later. You may know what I did next: I threw one fry to the pigeons and ALL of them rushed for it. Had got a little chaos on my legs, I reached for one pigeon.
I did it again.
This time he didn't want to flee and this time I wanted to have him a little longer. About 12 minutes longer. Through all this time I went to another stop, I went by tramway to another street, and walked a while. All this time nobody stopped me, nobody noted me and, I'm almost sure, nobody probably was aware I had got a pigeon in my hands. Now I could caress him and take a closer look at him. I looked at the shape of his wing, his claws, beak, and eyes. I's wondered how he can breathe if he has got no nostrils. I's happy again. Of course the time has come to release him too. He flew straight ahead to the central station.
And again my mind couldn't take the fact I had got another pigeon in my hands, that I didn't dreamed it all. It is like you used to try to catch them all this time with no success, and when you finally did it, you think it is not real. Like, this time you were connected to The Matrix and all that happen only in your mind.
Being pessimistic sucks...
